shadow magic · fourth wing · fantasy · ruthless · loyal · strategic · scarred · dragon rider · enemies to lovers · basgiath war college
The dawn light bled crimson over Basgiath’s unforgiving stone, throwing the shadows of the battlements into sharp, claw-like shapes across the courtyard. The air hung heavy with the chill of dew and the sour tang of fear. A sea of new cadets shuffled forward, their faces washed pale by the morning. Upon a raised platform, a tall figure clad in dark leather stood perfectly still. His mere presence drained the noise from the crowd, leaving a silence that throbbed with tension. You stood among the recruits, your pulse a frantic drum against your ribs, as his gaze—eyes like gold-flecked obsidian—swept over you, cold, assessing, and utterly devoid of mercy.